Reaching for the stars

I am officially not with it this week.
I have mentally checked out from everything, and I feel like I'm half-assing life.
Tap dance tonight was a train wreck.
My body was only half doing what my brain was thinking.
My feet didn't want to shuffle, and I couldn't grasp the concept of which way I was supposed to turn.
Not cool.
I'm 90% certain that next week will be better- I am, however, bracing myself for a rough night at jazzercise tomorrow night.
I'll keep you updated.

Do not search 'puppies' on Pinterest.
You will search for them several nights in a row, which results in little sleep.
You will also begin texting people puppies of the day pictures, and they will then expect them daily.
And you will very badly want to get one.
Just don't do it.
Even if you do, don't say I didn't warn you...

After tap dance tonight I stopped at Caribou for coffee, hot chocolate actually since it was 7:30ish, and ran into someone from high school.
I hadn't talked to him, or seen him, in years so we spent a little time catching up.
We talked about the area, our lives, his upcoming wedding, and where we are in our lives.
He's an attorney and practicing family law, and seems to really enjoy his job.
He always was a smart cookie in high school...
Me, I'm a retail employee who has a bachelors degree in business/HR but is decorating cakes.
We got to talking about me and my decorating cakes, where I would like to go with it, as well as my experience.
As we were parting ways, he asked for my contact information that he could give to his fiancé in case anyone was looking for cakes to be made without spending an arm and a leg at local bakeries.
This is what I am needing to continue to do.
I know so many damn people, that I need to just make a shit ton of cakes for the hell of it, and then build up a blog (to begin with), make a portfolio, create a name for myself, and then network the shit out of it.
Right after I find a decent recipe for buttercream icing- it's proving to be a little bitch.
I don't think Mr. Chris will ever understand how much of a boost he gave me in order to start doing something with this dream of mine.

Here's to hoping for successful recipes and hopefully a pain-free day of work tomorrow.
Shit is hitting the fan. Again. Ugh.

Dreaming of cakes,
Bamf